I am sleeping on a bed of rust
And I am breathing hard
And I am breathing hard
Sometimes I feel I'm made of glass
And still I'm breathing hard
And still I'm breathing hard
I'm weakend by this heavy load
And I want nothing more
And I want nothing more
I'm empty cause I dug the hole
And still I'm nothing more
And still I'm nothing more

And the mud
In my mouth
Starts to pour
While I'm speaking
And I scrape
The mistakes
From the thoughts
That's misleading

I swear that all I feel is doubt
My life is made of sand
My life is made of sand
Like Jesus kept temptations in
It's falling through my hands
It's falling through my hands

Underground
In the maze
Where I carve
The excuses
With the guilt
That I pull
Out of skin
That I'm shedding

And the mud
In my mouth
Is still here
And still pouring
And I choke
On the cross
As I'm hangin'
As I'm hangin'